Twenty years is a ridiculously long time when a year ago you only had a few months to live and despite all this time, Wade has yet to find something that actually keeps his interest. No bad guys to kill, which is really the only thing he's ever been good at in his entirely life, and also no real reason to do anything else. No bills to pay, no life to progress, no nothing.
He's hooked up a little. He's been drinking a lot. He doesn't wear the suit as much, though he's still goddamn careful about keeping his identities mostly separated. Today is a drinking-in-a-hoodie day, quickly turning into drinking-with-an-old-hookup day as he spots Jack by the bar. Hey buddy.
"You look like someone took a shit in your Cheerios."